Dullness of spirit:
The pervasive sense as I sit here.
The words I hear are not new.
I search for lost enthusiasm.
I look for learning, or inspiration,
Hungry, but dulled by apathy.
I fight to push through the fog,

I ask God what road I took.
When did I turn this corner?
What detour am I on?

“Critical spirit” is my very next thought.
“Laziness” or maybe “fatigue” comes next.
“Disloyalty” follows moments later and I am ashamed.

The grass is so much greener over there.
I know it is.
I tried it.
Lots of people agree.

But church is people, not sermons,
And true love is mutually exclusive from critical evaluation.
I have to choose one or the other.